MUSIC IN THE AIR

MUSIC IN THE AIR

There’s music in the air.
It’s my favorite song.
It doesn’t have a title,
Or even lyrics.
It’s an instrumental of the sorts.

Coming together,
We form a band of two musicians.

The song starts off with
A coordination of kisses
Playfully dancing along
The base line of passionate moans.

There is No form, no structure.
We play however the music takes us.

There’s a subtle interjection
Of panties hitting the floor
Followed by the rustling of sheets.

Our naked bodies continue to play
A perfect two-part harmony.
Angelic in tune.

My solo is quickly approaching.
I rest my head on your
Inner thigh,
Pressing my lips against yours.

I take a deep breath and begin to play.
Instantly, a loud sound erupts.
Releasing a poetic verse
Of moans, groans, and whimpers
In the background of soft slurping.

In sync with my lips,
The harder I play,
The harder you sing.
My lips are wearing your cum.
Music is in the air.



Attentively following my lead,
We progress through our song
No form, No structure.
Playing as the music takes us.

I am now inside of you.
My stiff penis is beating against your
Shallow pool like a drummer
Beating his drum.

Your pussy lips are wrapped
Around my instrument,
swallowing it in its entirety.

The gushing sounds of
My pulsating cock
Penetrating your gooey goodness
Has quickly filled the auditorium
Of our bedroom.

Our moans, grunts, and roars
Are flowing together like a tight rhyme
Over the perfect beat.

My fully extended strokes
Have caused you to rise
And burst like
a balloon that is about to pop.

All other noises are now
In the background as
Your screams take center stage.

The song is just about over.
You are now hitting notes
That can only be caused
By the shattering roar of a woman’s orgasm.

To come full circle,
We end the song the way it started.
With A coordination of kisses
Playfully dancing along
The base line of passionate moans.